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 Her Mercurial Waters

   A loud sky looked down on a loud day.  A perfect day for a picnic, but
they were in a crowded restaurant, not a grassy meadow.  A pretty little
seaside cafe that was after a bit of a scenic drive through the hills and
the forest and eventually a posh part of LA.  An assault on all the senses,
or delight for the eyes depending on how you looked at it.  But now they
were at the beach, on a day hot enough that the sands practically could
turn to glass and were a barbecue of near naked flesh.  She had entered a
mad rush to finish her big stick before it melted as they walked towards
the cafe.  To his delight.  An ice cream man's dream day, as long as his
inventory didn't melt before it was sold.

   "So what is the occasion?" She said, as her tiny pink lips pressed
firmly against the straw of her Shirley Temple and sucked.

   She was barely tall enough to reach it.  He had eaten at home with her,
with her parents, and for some reason they had the odd quirk (as many
parents do) of insisting that their child would sit flat down in her seat,
with both feet on the floor.  Even if their feet could never reach so far.
And in that state their arms could never reach the food properly.  He had
never understood that.  Grown ups are silly.  Kevin didn't find any problem
with shoving a foot under your ass to prop yourself up.  Hell, he did it
all the time.  Amused and annoyed acquaintences would often try to push him
off.

   The drink drained in front of her.  The newly empty glass distorted the
horizon and the beach as he stared at it, pulling the cool wind into its
swirly atmosphere, reflecting red and white bikinis and wannabe Baywatch
walk-ons.  He brushed a shock of sweaty hair out of his face.  Smirking,
pretending to be momentarily distracted by the people walking and biking on
the street behind her, and behind them, the beach.  He created an illusion
of interest at the catchy canned samba rhythms this place played.  He
noticed that the sun had shifted its position in the sky, and the shadow
cast by the umbrella above them now fell halfway into her nose.  He reached
out with a foot, hooked it around her chair leg, and jerked her towards the
shade, all while displaying no sign of motion above his waist.  She
giggled.

   He stared at her.

   "You didn't answer my question, silly,"

   "Question?"

   "Yeah!"

   He pressed his lips into a tight line and flicked her a smile.

   "Why does there have to be an occasion?  For me to take my favorite
student out on a little reward lunch on a beautiful day..." said an evil
toothy grin.

   She pierced him, her eyes practically a needle through an earlobe.

   "I'm your worst student.  I got a C on the last test,"

   "Hehe well...  Best not to push one's luck in that case don't you say!"

   Her face accepted her best sullen look.

   "Are you going to give me an A so my mommy won't spank me again...?" she
said with a pathetic voice, sticking out her lip.  He narrowed then rolled
his eyes.  He knew for goddamn sure her mother would never spank her or
discipline her.  Hardly glance an eye at her as a matter of fact.  Maybe
she was the only one who could see past her irresistable bids for
attention.

   "I can give you an F and spank you myself,"

   She considered that for a moment in a thoughtful gaze up into the
umbrella.

   "ok,"

   He smiled arrogantly.

   "So...  it's a surprise?", she cocked her head to the side and leaned
back from her straw, letting it flick out of her mouth, but keeping her
lips pressed tightly.

   "A surprise," he said delightfully.

   She crinkled her nose and smiled devillishly, then blushed to her lap.
"Like when we..."

   She couldn't finish her sentence.  Too naughty for a seven year old girl
to say with a straight face.

   Symbolically, he reached out and put two fingers on her lips to silence
her, almost instinctively she let them in her mouth and started to suck
them.  He decided that was slightly more acceptable, if not more enjoyable,
and couldn't help but keep them there in her mouth and felt her tongue
handle them, keeping an eye out for starers.

   "Not in public, sweetie.  Do you remember last week, when our vocabulary
word was illegal?"

   "No coinfiddenth thrrr..." she absentmindedly continued, her eyes fixed
on his arm hair.

   He pulled the fingers out with a pop.

   She had a satisfied smile on her face, smug and evil and horny.  Not so
shy anymore.  What had he created.  He sighed.  Brat.

   He'd promised himself he wouldn't seduce any of his students.  And for
two years he hadn't.  He'd technically kept that promise to himself.

   She'd seduced him after all.

   He stared at her, without saying a word, as he was often captivated to.
Her wavy brown, golden hair...  Sweet tan skin, her body wrapped tightly in
a little red t shirt and short white skirt...

   "What's for dessert?" she asked with a wink, cheesy innuendo she clearly
ahd picked up from HBO when her parents weren't home.

   In a similar tone, he had wanted to say, "you,".

   ...

   His mind warped time backwards, as it so often did when he needed to
make sense of things.  Younger days perhaps, definitely more naive, but not
so much to make a difference.  It was only a few months ago.  He thought
back to the first time he had seen Marcia, in September when school began.
His first impression was that she'd grow up to be a bitch.

   A sassy little girl, who acted older than she was, but was by no means
mature.  She approached the stereotype of his ultimate girl.  A 7 year old
with a huge vocabulary of words, naughty and not.  A smart mouth.  The kind
of girl teachers who were pedophiles dreamed of.

   But really though...  How could one not?  She was in essence a pretty,
careless grin and a slim delicous body.  She had her moments of sweetness.
Just normally not directed towards adults, especially educational ones.  As
a matter of fact, at first she had solidly refused to do nearly anything he
had told her.  But just as she snubbed him, he brushed her off smiling and
laughing at every offence, to her surprise.  Until she gained a certain
weird respect for him.

   She knew she was supposed to hate him.  He was a teacher after all.  But
sometimes she'd forget.  She'd slip up and reallize she liked him, then
remember and start acting the demon again.  He remembered distinctly the
first time he heard her laugh geniunely.  It was one of those moments, when
she was trying to put on the devil mask but didn't yet catch on to the fact
that he enjoyed that kind of behavior thoroughly.  She interrupted his
lecture on whatever book they were reading.

   "Hey Mr.  Kevin," (As he made the kids call him after reallizing just
how wierd 'Mr.  Barnett' came across in application to him, and the fact
that they didn't seem quite ready to outright call him Kevin.)

   "What's up?" he said, pausing and staring at her with a cool friendly
grin that held a wink of excitement.

   "Take a look at this,"

   He cocked his head slightly at her, as she swayed back and forth in her
seat in an intentionally cute manner, throwing her head back and forth with
her mouth wide open.  She had something in her lap.  Suddenly she bent down
secretly and covered it.

   He got nearer to her, and she flung her head up with a raucous
expression and wide eyes that were so bright brown they were almost yellow.
She had a pile of dirt in her hands.

   "What is that now?"

   "It's a meal worm!!!" she shouted.  She flipped it onto the desk and it
squirmed, and got half the class' attention, who stood up for it.

   "Oh, to eat?" he said, to the class' laughter, "I didn't know you ate
worms, Marcia,"

   "No!!!  I found it on the playground.  I'm not gonna put that in my
mouth!!!  ewww..."

   He put on a mock confused look and rubbed his chin.

   "Well why would you call them meal worms if you wouldn't eat them?" More
laughter erupted.  How easy it was to amuse second graders.

   Even she couldn't help giggling a bit.

   "Well," he said, "Suppose we're gonna have to let him go if we can't eat
him.  Bring a more useful bug to class next time.  As for food, we're going
to Sea World next week.  Then I'll teach you about sushi,"

   From that day onward, as a result of his corny joke she was more of a
companion to him.  Not a teacher's pet, but a companion.  Still cutely
defiant, bright as the sun and not afraid to show it off, her rays able to
penetrate hearts.  Though with intense difficulties in math that led to the
meeting with her parents he had thought about earlier.  She was a little
tagalong, and after school she'd stay with him, and to his amazement, help
him clean up the room and sort through papers.  Anything he was doing.

   They developed a sweet, joking relationship.  It was beautiful and cute.
She commented on his handsome kind face, his hair, clothes.  Anything
complimentable was complimented.  Hard as it was, he resisted the acute
girlishness that made her irresistable.  He tried to ignore her petite legs
like the stems of a beautiful flower.  her body.

   The way a blush looked on her tan skin.  The way her eyes sparkled when
she was happy, and the angularity of her shoulderblades.  His hand on her
bare shoulder, cupping it, could not appear to arouse him anymore than a
friendly handshake with a companion.  But under that it was so much more.

   And eventually, the shine of her soft hair, and the nimbleness with
which she could come up behind him and hug him around his neck while he was
working were something he was forced to give in to.  And the affection
became undeniable.

   After a few weeks of teasing her about wearing such short skirts, he
made her aware of the consequences of doing so by flicking up her skirt
innocently as he walked by.

   He knew completely how stupid it was to do that, but somehow he didn't
care.  Besides, if she didn't learn her lesson one of these days the
principal would suspend her for her lack of attire.  That was a great
excuse for him.

   Eventually it became commonplace.  She couldn't walk by him without
getting her skirt flicked up.  She'd giggle and blush cutely, and walk past
him numerous times in a day with a dirty look on her face, waiting for what
she knew was going to happen, revelling in every time her little ass and
legs were exposed to the air.  In the meantime he hid the fact that it made
him impossibly horny.  It made his heart race, and he loved catching
glimpses of her lovely ass and panties.  She had the most perfect legs...
So smooth and pretty.  Her panties were impossibly tiny and he was sure
they were of the kind you could only buy in perverted japanese coke
machines.  Her ass was of the perkiest variety, and the small of her back
was indeed very small.  On occasions when he could pull her close for
platonic hugs, he loved to run his hand up and down her spinal cord.

   She enjoyed it for sick reasons he could only imagine.  She loved seeing
the naughty look in his face, having his hands so close to her, showing off
to him, the fact that he obviously enjoyed it because his face went off
like a spark plug...  She would do anything to be near him.  She was a
sweetheart to him the more attracted she became, and as time passed she
became definitely attracted.  Her heart would pulse so hard her body would
bounce up and down, her face flush redder than her blood.  She would
softly, timidly touch his shoulder and look over it and whatever he was
doing at the time, and catch a scent of his hair and melt.  She would fall
back in a dizzy spell, and he would catch her with a big hand to her back.

   And his actions became ever more vibrant.  He'd go out of his way to
bump into her or put his hands on her waist to lift her and move her aside,
her with kicking legs, him with a throbbing dick.  His hands tracing her
lines seemed like such an elegant preposition.

   Her favorite thing was his hand, coming and meeting her chin when she
had done something particularly cute, rubbing her jawline as she smiled
with bright teeth, then finally running down to her bite sized shoulder
blade.  She'd lower her head so her cheek would scrape his hand.  So warm.
So deep were his eyes in admiration of her, as they stumbled from feature
to feature on her tiny body...  her sweet little hips and natural, latina
tan.  Her goofy grin.  Her nipples slipping through her shirts in a perky
way.  But that slim little waist killed him.

   Soon in class, in front of other students, she started misbehaving, and
not doing her work again.  Naturally he had to give her detention.  It had
him a bit worried until he reallized that detention meant she was to be
left in the classroom with her teacher as the others went out to recess. 
And even if she had been nastier than hell before recess, once the other
kids were gone and she was alone with him, she was back to her sweet self
again, smiling and giggling, attempting to joke and kid and be friends
again.  It puzzled him for less than a second.

   In his heart, he was appalled for at least partially leading her to this
end.  But in the end he didn't have the heart to tell her to stop doing it.
Her motives were too sweet, her heart too poor, he couldn't scold her for
her cleverness.  It was against his nature, and he considered himself
strong in moral conviction.  At least the morals he chose to adopt.  He
sighed and tried to tell her that she shouldn't misbehave just to be with
him...  But her eyes were too big and brown, her heart too fragile.  In the
end he smirked gently, layed a hand on her shoulder and said:

   "Sweetheart...  you know...  if you really want to stay in for recess
and dust erasers, I'll always just let you if you ask..."

   Her ecstacy killed him.  He knew what was going on.

   And things continued, as increasingly brazenly, they mimicked their
afterschool behavior, in closer proximity to anyone else who could walk in
at any time and catch a glimpse of a teacher flicking his cute little
students skirt up as she giggled like a deviant, revealing her little
panties and soft legs in all their glory...

   It went on like that, for a couple months.  They'd sit inside, joke,
sort papers together, and he'd become amused and affectionate to the tense,
soft attitude that she increasingly displayed towards him.  Their
conversations started to err on the more personal side.  Her family life,
her alcoholic mother and absent father, her "demonic" little brother and
scary grandma.  The feelings she had towards boys.

   He told her about everything...  his troubles with his life, past and
present, the people he'd loved and hated and his favorite things in the
world that he wouldn't reveal to anybody...  his amusements, precious
moments that were completely personal and private, but things he felt the
need to involve her in, places he wanted her to be with him, if only in his
mind.  She told him how much she loved the sun and worms and daisies and
butterflies.  How she was ashamed to admit that she still played with dolls
and stuffed animals.  Little games of truth and dare between them
basically, as they increasingly became more enamored with each other, and
wanted to learn as much about the other in as short at ime as possible,
dropping the pretence of elegance or attitude.

   She even revealed to him how much she longed for bigger boobs.  If only
he could actually tell her how he felt about that...  Her cute little chest
would be horrible spoilt by big blobs of fat.  She was so petite and perky
and perfect...

   "Chris Farley had boobs you know," he said, "now he's dead,"

   Which confused her more than anything because she didn't know who Chris
Farley was.  Normally she'd just give a cursory laugh, but the gravity of
this situation which was so obvious to her seemed lost on him.

   One day he asked her if she had a crush on anyone.  Maybe he knew the
answer.  It was a perfectly illegal question that he had to ask.  Their
relationship at this point seemed too up in the air; he could either let it
sink with regret and sorrow on both sides, and she would eventually forget
about him and move on to guys her own age, with smaller dicks and bigger
dreams perhaps.  Then again he could allow them to shoot higher and earn
them a place on say Mercury.  It was not beyond his realm of probability
that she had a crush on him.  But the possibility that she might actually
have those kinds of feelings, were so remote and fanciful in his own mind
that it became confused with fantasy...  The domain of his dreams.  And his
dreams remained mostly never revealed and never enacted.  That was the way
it had to be.

   But he asked her.  Shyly for once, she looked down in her lap, and
whispered to herself almost, "no...".

   He was sorry he had ever asked that.  Sorry he had imposed his adult
will, the tricky world of the game of relationships, upon her.  She was
only 7.  She wasn't as mature as she acted.

   She was quiet for the rest of that day.  She came back the next day, a
brewing, bite of joy and her traditional mischief, to the ease of his
heart. He hated to see her so sad.  Her cute face was made cuter with a
smile.  Everything about her led to some form of perversion within him, but
he could at least be assured that as long as she was happy things were good
with her.  Weren't they?  With the air of someone who had just made some
big decision, like quitting smoking, or having a breakthrough with their
shrink, but hadn't actually been subject to the reality of enacted whatever
goal they sought.

   He had set up a mini library in his room.  A little niche in a corner,
framed off by bookcases, with a bunch of beanbags in it.  Not a secret
place, but the interior being basically invisible from most points in the
room, framed by fake plant leaves, a little rain forest and a stuffed sloth
(because kids love the rain forest.  If there was anything he'd learned
from Captain Planet).  He'd let kids go in there as a reward during reading
time, if they'd manage to finish the book they picked out from the library,
they could go in and pick one of the more interesting books from his
personal collection, (alot of them with "bad words" like 'hell' and 'damn'
and 'gay') and read in solitude, or with a friend.

   The little beam of sunshine wore a cute white top that day...  and ever
since she'd gotten addicted to his attention, she hadn't missed a day of
wearing a silky thin skirt.  Today it was a little pink one, short, silk
and less than halfway down her tiny thighs...

   Recess on a rainy day, the rest of the kids were in the gym.  It was
cloudy and dismal and the cheap roof echoed the raindrops.

   She sprung up onto him and hung on his shirttails as soon as the last
kid was out of class.  She looked up at him with those big brown eyes in a
sparky and fun demeanor;

   "Mr.  Kevin!" She said excitedly, "Read me a story!!!"

   "A story?" He looked at her slightly dubiously.  "You?  Since when do
you like reading,"

   "Yeah...  I love being read to!!!  Come on!!!"

   "Heh...  well, don't pick a book with big words in it!  My brain's been
taxed enough today by you little critters.  I don't wanna have to explain
all the jokes to ya..."

   He could have read her the dictionary and she wouldn't have been any
less enamored.

   She continued to pull on him and he couldn't help but follow.  She
didn't stop.

   "My daddy used to read to me, but he doesn't anymore..."

   She drug him as he laughed, and practically drugged him with her joy. 
And tried her best to shove him into the little niche, pushing firmly with
her scrawny arms against his side until finally they were both in there
together.  And he reallized she was panting...  Smiling, but nervous, her
eyes darting everywhere.  She looked so shy and cute.  Her brown face
turned bright red.  Her slim body quiverred.

   He decided to liven the moment with a joke.  "Heh...  Are you sure you
don't have a crush on anyone?"

   His "joke" froze her with seriousness, as she locked up, and he could
hear her breathing.  And suddenly he reallized it.  They both just looked
to each other til her eyes nervously darted away, their mouths gaping,
their faces blushing.  She tried to make sense of her own mind, tried to
sort out the array of feelings shot at her from a cannon in his heart. 
That she had managed to fall in love with him.  Though how could she not.
He was so handsome, and kind...  even when he was being strict, she could
see his kind eyes and his face was boyish and always in a kidding mood. 
Big eyes and long brown hair were a combination that melted her heart.  She
couldn't treat him like she treated the other teachers.  She couldn't treat
him like anyone she'd ever known before.  She'd never been so close to
anyone.  Not even her parents.

   She'd shared secrets with him that he'd promised not to tell.

   "I...  promised I'd read to you.  Are you going to make me break that
promise?"

   ...

   She slipped into his arms in a way that was much like a hug he had given
her during many sensitive moments.  That calmed her nerves.  He rocked her,
his hands carefully placed on her upper back and right above her ass, as
she pressed herself to his abdomen, her face buried in his baby blue shirt.

   "I-I'ts ok...  if you break your promises.  I understand anything you
do,"

   Brown yellow eyes stared up at him from below.  He caressed her head
with his hand.  Her breathing had calmed, so had his.

   Their hands found their way into each others, hers held up to meet his,
which were nearly completely slack.

   "That's no way to think about a relationship..." he said.  He was
appalled, and listening to himself distantly, from another dimension,
shaking his head.

   "But...  you'll never do that to me, will you?"

   He sighed.

   "Not unless you want me...  to break my promises,"

   What the fuck was he doing.  This had gone too far and he hadn't even
recieved the automatic alarm to back off that he thought he would.

   "I-I want you to...  now..."

   "What do you want me to do?"

   "I...  I want you to..." She blushed, and looked up at him panting. 
Their bodies were still pressed close, their hands still interlocked.

   Her heart was beating directly onto his growing cock.  Maybe he was
imagining it, but that smooth, tiny chest was rubbing against it at an
accelerated rate.  He put a hand on her back, and rubbed it.  She felt so
warm as a reslut, like he was a warm pool of silver water that embraced
her, and he rubbed his hand all over her back in a tickly, exaggerated way
that nearly wrapped around onto her chest, and nearly dipped down to her
bottom.

   "You...  you don't want to say, do you,"

   She shook her head.  Silently and smoothly, he let her go.  He sat down
on a beanbag, and pulled her pliable body down so she sat next to him.  She
felt dwarfed by him.  Her cute little limbs, so small and fragile, in a
nest made of him.  His arm pulled her close, her head remained dipped, she
turned her eyes but not her face to him, so nervous.  He was breathing
steadily and harshly, with a kind smile, a way of reassuring him.  He
looked straight down her shirt at her chest.  Her mouth fell open to pant,
and once again he saw the beautiful way pink blush played against her tan
skin.

   She gulped.  He picked her up, she was so light and bendable to him,
like a piece of taffy, warm and sweet but not yet sticky.  Right on his
lap. Her heart raced now.  She could feel the bulge she was sitting on. 
And it raged from him, because she was exactly as he imagined her, except
better.  Her sweet self, so tiny and compact, so attractive to his hands...
they felt up her chest now, and shocked her bolt upright, with wide eyes
staring at his.  His face was drowsy looking now, but he wasn't bored.  She
arched her back and stuck out her chest for him to feel.

   Then without warning him, she flipped over, wrapped her arms around his
neck, and kissed him full on.  Tears came from her eyes, because she was so
happy, and their hearts joined each other in tempo.  They sucked on each
others toungues, and found happiness that can only come with the release of
love.  She hugged his neck tighter, he pressed a big hand to her small back
and cradled her head, mussing her hair.  They pulled away panting, then
continued again after seeing the shocked, dazed looks in each other's eyes.
The only noise was sucking and rubbing and the raindrops on the roof.

   They had to relax.  It was too much for both of them.  Even he was
overcome with so many emotions he never knew he had, the one's neither of
them could imagine.  They leaned against each other with heavy inhales and
exhales, holding hands, until finally she got an idea in her head.

   "You-your pants...  they're keeping it in..."

   She glanced sideways at his bulge.  He nodded.  He couldn't talk.  He
closed his eyes.

   "I-I...  it looks like that hurts.  C-can I..."

   His eyes looked at her longingly.  Her shy little body tightened up with
anticipation.  She felt so vulnerable because he knew where his eyes were
looking.  Her sensitive little chest that she had let him feel, felt so
naked even though it wasn't.  Her legs...  her skirt had shifted up...

   He nodded three times quickly, and took a deep breath.

   Her little hands felt so great as they rubbed his bulge...  She was
clumsy with the button but eventually it came undone, and as soon as she
undid the zipper, she felt dizzy.  This was so bad...

   He threw his head back as those tiny warm fingers felt his cock, and
tugged it out of his pants.  He was paralyzed.  He had imagined this so
many times in his mind and though he would be the one being assertive and
dashing, but he couldn't.  It just felt so good, to have this young lady
exploring him...  Her blush made him hornier every time he opened his eyes.

   It finally popped out, and it was straight up in front of her.  Her
heart stopped, and she instinctively clasped both hands to her face, in the
process smelling his beautiful, musky scent.  She opened her eyes.

   "H-have you ever seen one before, sweetheart?"

   "N-no...  only pictures in books.  O-one time...  I walked in on my
mommy and daddy doing it...  b-but...  his wasn't anything near as big as
yours..."

   That made him faint nearly.

   "W-what did your mommy and daddy do?"

   She got an ashamed look on her face.  She looked down at her own body,
the one she was so self conscious of, the one that was so perky and petite,
and seemed so ready for his hands.

   She got down on all fours, with her cute ass sticking up from her arched
back, and looked at him as if for approval.  Then she started sucking.

   Her tongue caressed his dickhead, moving around and around in circles.
She put the whole thing in her mouth.  He was stunned, paralyzed by
ecstacy. Her tongue was so warm, and it touched every nerve on him, even
the ones it was miles from.  Her jaw was wide open, her eyes stayed closed,
her little ass in the air...

   He couldn't help it.  Again he reached out and touched her chest,
reached between her arms and felt her up, and reached past her chest, and
started tracing his finger up and down her panties...  all of a sudden she
lost concentration and couldn't suck.  She pulled away gasping, with a
bright red face.  He didn't care.  He pulled her close, and put her on his
lap, with his penis perversely holding up her skirt.  She could feel it, so
hot against her private parts...  it shocked her into hyperventilation.

   He took his hands and placed them on her armpits, then pulled them up
her arms in a way that tickled in a naughty way, til both her arms were
above her head.  And he pulled off her shirt.

   She was naked and she felt so ashamed.  Her whole body blushed for him,
he dropped her arms, and she cutely pressed them hard against her sides,
with an adorable, panting, mouth open look, her eyes seduced him.  He put
his head down, and as his warm tongue bathed her nipples, she arched her
back again.  She closed her eyes and could see nothing but light still. 
Colors and warmth.  Her tummy felt so funny...  Her face felt so hot.

   His tongue retired form her nipples, and worked its way up her neck and
collarbone.  His hands took their stand at her nipples, coming from behind
her and fondling them as his body entered a wierd, rocking motion that
grinded his cock against her clothed pussy.  It was so hot she could feel
it through her undies.

   It was as if he beamed pleasure to her everywhere he touched her.  She
was nearly convulsing.

   And without warning, he lifted her little body up, and pulled her skirt
off in an extravagent fashion.  And in one more fell swoop, her undies hung
off one of her toes.  She gripped them with her big toe for all her life.

   "Uuuuuuhhh..."

   "Keep quiet if you can sweetheart...  you've been doing so good... 
you're so delicious...  like a little candy..."

   "UUUUUUUHHHH!!!"

   He looked down at her naked pussy...  it was as tan as the rest of her,
and bald, and cute, and tiny.  He took a hand, and she jerked back, nearly
slamming her head into his lip, as he touched it.  He touched it softly,
ran his finger across its lips, as the other hand manhandled her nipple,
and stroked her tummy.  She spread her legs as if it was second nature. 
She closed her eyes.  A little girl's pussy is so sweet...  so beautiful,
devoid of all of the things that curse women.  Smooth and slender...

   He dipped his hand into her waters, vibrant and beautiful as mercury. 
And just as poisonous.  She was all wet.  It smelled wonderful...  every
orifice in a little girl smells wonderful.  The taste of her mouth was
still in his.  She tightened up as he gently tried to push his finger in,
and finding it wouldn't go in, backed off, and rubbed her, more firmly, and
squeezed her nipples til she was panting so hard and thought she was going
to pass out.

   Then gently, he lowered her onto his cock, so it was tween her legs.

   "Squeeze your legs sweetheart..."

   She nodded quickly, her head bobbing all over the place as she had lost
control of her body, all except squeezing so hard on his big penis...  it
looked so big she could almost bend down and lick it.  She put both her
hands on it.

   "O-OH GOD!!!" he tried not to scream.

   She let out mumbled, garbled squeals.  It felt so good and tickly...  it
felt like something was going to rip her apart, but in a good way... 
having his wet cock sliding all over her private areas...  He reached down
a hand that tickled her inner thighs.  His cock was so big her legs didn't
even touch again til her knees.

   "h-hhhhaaaaaaaaaa!!!" she screamed as she felt her genitals tighten up.
She curled into a little ball, and found that in this position his cock was
nearly in her face.  Wanting so badly to give back what she was feeling,
her hands vigorously rubbed him up and down, being careful of her nails. 
She could just barely lick it...

   She did.  And as soon as she did, he came.  She tasted a salty rush on
her toungue, and the rest fell down into her lap and all over her hands. 
And for the first time she reallized how much she had been panting.

   She looked back at him, barely able to move her own head to do so.  Her
hands were all covered in semen, she held them in front of her.  His cock
was still rock hard.  He looked shocked.  She was too.  In one last gesture
of love, she licked all the semen off her hands, and bathed his cock with
her tongue, and they held each other until they'd both calmed down.

   As soon as that happened, the recess bell rung.

   ...

   Somehow they'd scrambled and got clean, in their clothes, and back in
their seats seconds before the first kid came in.  How they had gotten
through the rest of that day neither could recall, but both could remember
being intensely uncomfortable.

   ...

   Remembering that day put him into a daze, before she snapped him out of
it by kicking him and making him talk to her again.

   Later that day, at dusk, they walked on the boardwalk.  There was a
stand full of little plushies he knew she would love, and he let her look
around.  As he examined something, he heard a voice from behind him.

   "Hey look Mr.  Kevin.  Look what you did.  I'm pregnant,"

   She had stuffed a toy babboon under her shirt, creating an absurd
babboon shaped lump.

   He smirked and yanked on the tail, or umbilical cord, hanging out, and
held the baby (or was it monkey) upside down with a sinister look.  She
grabbed it from him, and cradle it with a pouting face.  Oddly natural.

   "I can tell it's yours.  Because it looks like you!"

   He sighed and smacked his forehead.  In the old days her parents would
have married her off to him in this circumstance.The dark ages were never
more missed.

   He relented and grinned.  "At least I know you haven't been cheating on
me with that stuffed unicorn,"
   She laughed and hugged him.  Some things even he didn't know, after all.